Basically yesterday I walked 22 miles to watch the sun set.

vivid orange setting sun behind trees, clouds glowing pink, reflected in lake

He said I could set up camp wherever I wanted, so I picked this.

orange tent in a big field by a lake

Morning glories vining up a tangle of underbrush

Trees reflected on lake, gray sky

Joshua Reynolds: “A great part of every man’s life must be employed in collecting materials for the exercise of genius. Invention… is little more than a new combination of those images which have been previously gathered and deposited in the memory; nothing can come of nothing…”

…and now there’s a hurricane heading for Iceland. I mean, why the heck not?

A little more naturalistic this time. Also an odd size (6”x11”) for which I don’t have a frame at hand.

Virginia creeper on a fencesketch of Virginia creeper, with plans for a carvingchip carving of Virginia creeper vining on a tree, with a bird, sheltering branches and underbrush

Color me a wet blanket, but I just don’t think that Bull Durham needs to be a musical. Nor Back to the Future, for that matter.

But what’s a conspiracy theory?

A marbled orb weaver, I believe. I crashed through this little guy’s web Monday morning and spent several seconds trying to get him, and the last strand he clung to, off my arm and onto the ground without crushing him. It has to be disconcerting, if you are a spider.

a large yellow and black spider with mostly orange legs, clinging to the underside of a leaf.